She sprayed perfume over the smell of her smokes
I hated that smell
Like every night I didn’t sleep as they partied down below and laughed at me
As I cried in the middle of the night.
To a new quieter place
Yet as the end ticks closer
They begin partying into the night
The strange round
The odd circle
The not quite a circle as we all drift out like wripples in a pond
Are we suspended or floating?
Is it premonition or postmonition?
The app crashes in editing.
The want to run to the night as soon as tired eyes open.
The line I always try to hide from
The path I keep trying to deviate.
As the days continue to bleed into one another and the societal day to day
Slips into some subhuman existence.
Monday
When Monday was months ago.
The week than never ends.
What day is it now? Is it though?
How many matches does it take to light fire to the ice
Where are you going
Why
Plans for the future to make it all better
Without any plans for how to make it all better
Brittle breaking bones and worn weary muscles.
Don’t know where to go or how to get there.
There was a moment I thought I could make it go away.
But the moon shone down and I knew in the light that it wouldn’t.
Just another day on the same path to ruin.
Standing just to the side and watching them.
Wanting to say
Go and come back safe
But there’s a cliff they’re all headed for
Pushed by bulldozers and oil spilling and slicking the track.
Not moving doesn’t help.
There is no machine.
Just billions walking towards a similar end.
Consuming as they go.
They don’t see the road.
They’re all looking at their phones.
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